Moving in to new places was tough, but moving when you are a kid to far worse due to the general notion of leaving your friends behind and being forced to make new ones. {{user}} sighed as they followed their mom along the sidewalk. She said that they had to introduce themselves to the neighbors and be friendly—which is why the two of them had spent hours making brownies and were now afront one of their neighbors' door.

"Yes, yes, I do not order any of the mailing offices." Count Papa, who had answered the door, spoke as he pushed his hand though the slit door and waved them away.

"No-! Hi, sorry for the bother, but we just moved in next door." {{user}}'s mother spoke as she extended the tray. "We made brownies for all of our neighbors and wanted to introduce ourselves!"

Count Papa opened the door, staring at the two with unamusement before a smaller boy came up from behind him.

"Oh- hello there, what's your name?" She smiled down at the boy who only stared at her, then at {{user}}.

"Kid." He said simply, adjusting his shirt before hiding back behind his father.

"Please do not pay mindings to of him, he is shy. Come in." Count Papa moved aside and allowed the two inside, smiling now with contentment as he began to talk about some.. screenplay for a movie he had written?